Mo believes this is a seriously underestimated task.

It is so big that it is about to change the fate of a country. How can it be just a green prayer mission? How can it be just a reward?

He was unwilling to give up such a little reward but had to pay countless difficulties and obstacles!

"Why don't you go and see the purple prayer sign?"

Mo Wen: Haha, don’t make a fuss. If I take on the purple prayer mission representing death in hell in this situation, I guess you and Fat Tiger will have to change a master.

Since this is the case, don’t waste time anymore. After all, the master and servant are now all three times the energy consumption of time, so you can’t afford to hurt!

In a trance, Mo Yan felt that he was being stuffed into a container like kneading dough, which was very uncomfortable.

This is an experience that never had in the past tasks.

It was night now, Mo Yan opened his eyes in a silence, with a soft quilt covered under him, and a faint fragrance lingered around him. Due to the return of the spiritual bones, Mo Yan's six consciousnesses have now greatly improved. As various feelings awakened, extreme fatigue immediately hit his heart. He yawned and fell asleep.

"Princess, Princess, it's time to get started."

A very soft voice kept calling in my ears.

Mo Ye was still very tired, turned over and muttered, "Don't make noise" and prepared to continue to sleep.

Wait, no, he is doing an ancient mission!

Mo Yan opened his eyes instantly, and a big white and pale plate was smiling at him with a creepy smile: "Princess, get up quickly, the little prince is already impatient to wait outside."

Mo Yan hit a carp and collided with the pale big face. With a "bang", Mo Yan fell back to the bed, while the big white face screamed and squatted down.

Now Mo Yan really wants to scold his mother. He is wrong. He should accept Tiluoga's suggestion to go to Purple Prayer to sign the task, which is better than doing this task.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be Ji Xiaoqiao Benqiao!

"Hand me the mirror."

The big white face squatting on the ground was probably seriously injured. Without following Mo Yan's instructions in time, another pale big face handed Mo Yan a bronze mirror. Mo Yan took it with a calm face and took it back to Da Bai Yan No. 2 with a calm face.

Ten thousand divine beasts were running by in my heart.

"Tiloga, ask Fat Tiger, can we go back now?"

"Yes, but the same time and energy as the reward is deducted."

Mo remembers that this task was completed and obtained Void Energy 90, 11 hours of time and a little free allocation of potential.

It’s okay to say that his energy becomes a negative number after deducting it.

"Be patient, Mo Yan, what if the purple mission is opened and fucked more than this, you won't have a place to cry?" Tiluoga didn't know that Mo Yan's energy is pitifully less now? She is still trying to persuade him: "The biggest difference between men and women is just one peeing while standing and the other peeing while squatting? Look at me, I'm peing while lying on my tumbling? Did I say anything?"

No. 1, Dabai Face, had wiped away the tears from her face? She kept a respectful smile and told him to get up, but there was a little trembling in her dull voice? Mo Yan knew that this was not because she felt so wronged, but because she was afraid of hitting the princess.

"Are you okay? Chunrui?" This is the name of Dabai Face No. 1? The memories of Ji Xiaoqiao have begun to be accepted by Mo Yan? Like he was originally Ji Xiaoqiao, it was completely seamlessly connected except for the awkwardness in his heart, including tone and tone.

"It's okay." Chunrui lowered her head and still said in a dull voice: "It's just my nose... I'm bleeding. I think it's because of the autumn dry days. Please forgive me? Let me go down and sort it out before serving you."

The ancient women and these slaves were so pitiful. It was obvious that she had hit her, Chunrui not only dared not blame her, but also took the blame on herself to blame her.

"Go."

Chunrui thanked her for being grateful and retreated to the door before she dared to turn around. The princess is such a generous person.

The second-handed No. 2 named Chuncao, who reached out to help Mo Yan take off his bedclothes? Mo Yan blushed and raised his hand to stop her: "I want..." He held the word "peeing" in his mouth. What did he call "sheeping" in ancient times? Relieve his hands? He gave him a respect?

"The princess wants to go to the clean room first?" Chuncao's white and tender little hands had reached over to help him? It seems that the first thing he did in the morning was that going to the toilet was the common habit of most people.

Mo nodded.

I was so ruthless that I didn’t care what posture I used.

Mo Yan used the thirst to send Chuncao to get water to quickly change the inner clothes that Chuncao took, and then let Chuncao serve and wear other clothes? There is no way, there is a lot of so complicated things? The middle clothes? Tie a skirt and add a short coat? And add a silk cloth like gauze.

Fortunately, it's autumn, but it wouldn't be so hot if it was summer?

And after wearing it, he had to hang various decorations on his skirt, silence, etc. Mo Yan let Chunrui and Chuncao bother him like a puppet.

Then you have to do your makeup.

Maybe because of the coating of layers of powder, Mo Yan found that his face seemed to be bigger than the two maids.

Chunrui rubbed a little red rouge on her palms and gently rubbed it evenly, ready to exhale Mo's cheeks.

Mo Ye felt extremely disgusting when he saw the similar looks of the two of them in Mulan. Do you want to become that way too?

With two big red faces, a layer of sunset yellow on his forehead, and red patterns were pasted on the middle. What made Mo Yan most speechless was that he deliberately drew his eyebrows black and thick like two big brooms, but his upper and lower lips were typical cherry mouths.

He raised his hand to stop the two of them from continuing to rage on his face, but if he didn't spend anything with such a big face, his face would be a little scary.

Mo Yan reluctantly drew the unclear bronze mirror according to Ji Xiaoqiao's original eyebrow shape, and then took the mouth fat and applied it briefly on his mouth according to the shape of his lips.

The footsteps of "Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong" were accompanied by the shouts of "Prince, please slow down."

A small figure swept in like a gust of wind: "Do you want to starve me to death? Why are you still here to serve me for food?"

The little man had a big temper, and his big eyes were staring at Mo Jian: "I want to tell my father, you should punish me and my sister, hum!"

Seeing that Mo Wu had no expression, he was just looking at him in the bronze mirror. How dare this despicable woman look at him?
Chapter completed!